Arising From the Fall [4] (The Parallel Series) ✓

The End of Time, Part Two - Two

This is the last chapter of this book and then it is off to the next one which I will get up when everything is ready. The Eleventh Hour will be uploaded Christmas Day, new Doctor, New beginning :D

Merry Christmas everyone, I hope you all have a lovely day even if you don't celebrate this holiday! <3

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The Doctor and the Stone both then jumped out of the ship, falling towards the glass dome of the mansion there hands tightly held together as the Doctor managed to still clutch the gun as they fell smashing through the glass painfully cutting the Stones blazer, blouse and trousers as well as the Doctors suit. They crashed to the marble floor with glass around them, under them and in their hair. The Stones holding multiple knots and glass as well as a nasty cut just above her cheek that wasn't pressed into the cold marble floor. The Doctor was in no better shape his hand just away from the revolver while he laid never to the Time Lady their fingers still entwined. The Doctor tried to move trying to push himself up. He grabbed the gun slowly raising his hand at Rassilon who stood in the centre of where the gate was now replaced by a white background space with two Time Lords in robes either side with two others at the back. A male and female with their faces in their hands. The Doctor didn't have the energy to continue holding the revolver and dropping the gun falling back to the floor with the Stone beside him who tilted her head watching Rassilon.

"My Lord Doctor. My Lord Master. My Dame Stone." He looked at them all. "We are gathered for the end."

"You can't do this Rassilon." The Stone gritted her teeth glaring at him as she and the Doctor used each other's weight to push each other up into sitting.

"Listen to us for once!" The Doctor glared at him. "You can't!"

"It is a fitting paradox that our salvation comes at the hands of our most infamous child." Rassilon looked at the Master.

"Oh, he's not saving you." The Doctor turned his head towards the Master.

"Don't you realise what he's doing?" The Stone looked at him.

"Hey, no, hey!" He looked at them. "That's mine. Hush." He then looked at Rassilon. "Look around you. I've transplanted myself into every single human being. But who wants a mongrel little species like them, because now I can transplant myself into every single Time, Lord. Oh, yes, Mister President, sir, standing there all noble and resplendent and decrepit. Think how much better you're going to look as me." Slowly Rassilon raised his hand holding the metal gauntlet which now glowed before he opened his hand and all he humans-Master heads shook again.

"No, no, don't." The Master shouted watching in horror. "No, no, stop it! No, no, no, don't!" He screamed as everyone was restored to themselves.

Rassilon then looked at the humans. "On your knees, mankind." They all obeyed slowly getting down on their knees holding their hands behind their heads.

"No, that's fine, that's good because you said salvation." The Master pointed to Rassilon. "I still saved you. Don't forget that."

"The approach begins."

"Approach of what?"

The Doctor and the Stone looked back in annoyance at the Master. "Something is returning."

"Don't you ever listen?" The Stone gritted her teeth at him. "That was the prophecy. Not someone, something."

"What is it?"

"They're not just bringing back the species. It's Gallifrey." The Doctor looked at him.

"Right here, right now."